MARSHALL APARTMENT
Stan lets the tension in the room
fizzle before he dares to speak. "What was wrong with him?" he asks finally.
"He's in one of his usual moods,"
Sally says. "I swear, I never knew such a moody kid."
"I know whatcha mean!
My kid's exactly
the same way." He stops to ponder. "Though I guess he's not much of a kid
anymore."
"That is a strange situation you've
got going on there."
"Tell me about it. And
that father of his,
he doesn't make it any easier. He's always tryin' to make it difficult
for me to get to Ryan -- like he's such a damn good influence."
"Like you said, Ryan's not such a
kid anymore. He can make his own decisions."
"I think it's too late for that,
maybe. Like Moriani was able to poison his head so much when he was younger
that he's just brainwashed now." Stan busies himself with another decoration,
trying to find a place for it.
Sally takes it from him and immediately
finds it a home on a shelf, among a village of other knick-knacks. "So
what, he just won't talk to you or anything?"
"Yeah. And the weird part is, we
used to talk pretty regularly before I came here. I don't think his old
man really knew about it, but we'd talk on the phone and I'd stop in every
now and then. Now it's like--nothin'. It's like he doesn't want any part
of me all of a sudden."
Sally cozies up beside him and offers
him a comforting pat on the back. "I wish I knew what to tell you, but
I don't. I'm having about the same amount of luck getting through to Alex."
"You got any idea what's up with
him?"
"No clue. He was mixed up with
this girl a while ago and
I think that went sour, so who knows? My ex's
daughter has been floating around a lot lately, too--"
"I remember her. Cute girl, long,
dark hair, right?"
Sally nods. "That's the one. He's
probably caught up in some drama with the two of them. He's always been
really moody, anyway. He comes out of it when he feels like it."
Awkwardness surfaces as they each
realize they have no more insight on their respective situations. Stan
saves the moment by turning the tone completely.
His fingers snake seductively down
Sally's back. "So whattaya say we make a little holiday cheer of our own
now?"
"Sounds good to me," she grins as
they let their troubles of a moment ago float away.
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